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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
Terrific photo!
ReplyDeleteThanks, E. I was out raking the yard in my ruby slippers, and so.....
DeleteNice fall scene with your ruby slippers!
ReplyDeleteOMG. You see it too. On the trail, when I walk at dawn, the asphalt is wet with drizzle and looks dark charcoal. Scattered on its surface are crenelated brown oak leaves, magenta, silver and pale green bay leaves------so beautiful, I think that looks like a Japanese obi design.
ReplyDeleteyes, i do see it and have always loved the plant colors next to the asphalt, especially when it has rained or misted. we have so many trees in my neighborhood and the fall colors are exquisite.
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